INDY
I looked at him properly then.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice steady despite everything raging inside me.
He lifted his good hand slowly and pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“How did you come?” he asked softly. “You should have been escorted. The roads are still dangerous from the village to the city.
I caught his wrist lightly before he could pull away.
“Answer my question,” I said, looking at him directly.
His brows lifted faintly at my tone, but he did not interrupt.
“Soren said you were stabbed by silver,” I continued, my throat tightening again. “Why were you not protecting yourself? Why were you not making sure you were safe?”
My emotions rose too quickly, overwhelming my attempt at composure.
“And why did you not tell me that there were so many protes
